User blog comment:Nikolai Banks/Gangs Reboot/@comment-32303-20121206164311

''Don Grazzia's eyes narrowed, and an emerald glint could be seen through the small slit in her lids. She turned on Williams. ''"I don't trust you." Whirling, the powerful wildcat did a lightning-fast quick draw, pulled two silenced Beretta semi-automatics ''from her hip holsters and drew a bead between Williams' eyes with both pistols. '' "I won't kill you. . . yet. . . but that doesn't mean I trust you."

''She lowered her weapons and motioned to the Slashers. ''"Lock him up and keep a guard on him until I say otherwise. I have work to do that I SHOULDN'T NEED TO BE DOING." Grazzia reloaded her weapons and stalked from the room, her tail whipping back and forth, growling to herself:

"I was supposed to get a crate of weapons in tonight. . . What kept them? If you want a pickup made right, you have to do it yourself. . . . I'll be down at the docks. . ."

The door slammed with an echoing bang behind her.